pv Curiosity KO-ed Demo L.Hoax Nibbles

12th September | Wednesday | After Class Hours

 [This post is written before Chompy becomes Nibbles friend, therefore will be written in a way where ONLY nibbles is the present plant]

On the night of 11th September, it was a 5.

Demo knows what he wanna do.

The week so far had been slow. Well - it had only been 1 week but everything was much too dreadfully slow for the turtle loving boy. He was not so used to such rigid structures of class, as well as the way they were conducted. Back at home, his tutors had adapted to him often. Learning how he likes to learn the best, knowing how to explain in things that helped him pay attention. But that thing just doesn't work in a boarding school with so many students in one class. It wasn't just suffocating, but boring as well. He only wished he could have some potion to make him SLEEP in the class, cause that was better than desperately finding something in the room to grab his attention for more than 2 minutes. Gosh - what a drag. For a full week now, he hadn't chatted with his classmates. Often blunt or disinterested when they attempt to strike a conversation with him. He would be the first to run out of the classroom once class ended and the last one to arrive if he could help it.

Potions though - was a little different.

Demo noted the plant by the professors door with a curious eye. During class, he stared with focused eyes on occation on the carnivorous plant, whom he had learned to know after some direct questioning from his peers - was named Nibbles. Easy enough name to remember. So he watched this… Nibbles plant whenever he could during class. Watching it. Just. Waiting. His expression unfazed even when seeing it once be fed a small bird. Even smothly swaying to music when someone played anything. So sleeping the night before, he slept thinking of Nibbles, and woke up thinking of Nibbles.

Demo knows what he wanna do.

Since the class was generally open to use so long as students cleaned up afterwards, he came around the time class had long ended, pretending to study potion ingredients and making dull small talk with the present students brewing potions. Finaly - his plan was set! " I could clean up for you" He insists. " Let me Let me Let me, get out. I mean - aren't your friends waiting ? Get out". Demo couldn't properly read the expression of his peer but they left eventually. Barely even finishing 15% of clean up, Demo came up to the plant, taking a much closer look.

" Nibbles…….we meet….. face to face er- face to leaf- properly " he states, hands behind his back. Of course the plant didn't respond back. He craned his shoulders left n right, cracked his fingers and stretched a bit as if preparing some grand movement. With an intent stare at the plant, he says:

"I can dance better than you"

And so he did, in a way an untrained 11 year old dancer would be dancing. Like that muggle invention mechanical cactus that went viral at some point.



Demo did obtain one, and therefore it made sense that a dance mentor like that, gave Demo his dancing abilities.

“ Yep yep yep - you see me with my skills. Well - I hope you see. I dont know where your eyes are . Where are your eyes?? Aw man… “ Demo did not consider this. He was aware plants had other ways of sensing their environment and all that. But as someone that notices eyes first, he was quite disappointed in himself that it took this while to realise the lack of ‘eyes’ on the plant. Which urged him to reach out to see if there were other ways the plants would sense him.





He touched him. “ Dance. Dannnce. Do you see Demo - dance…?”



There were many things that warrented nibbles reaction. The touching. The assumption it was stupid. Or the horrible dancing. The bite came quick. Demo was generally blind or slow to responding emotion - the same isn’t said for his pain receptors.

The pain was sharp, unexpected, and ran through his whole body. Warmth filled his foream by the fresh bite. By instinct he clamped down his bottom lip, preventing a scream from erupting from his throat. Damn plant!




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The prime urge to get away from the plant urge his strenght to pull away - but not without it’s damange done.

Demo: 50/100 hp

His breaths became shallow, his brows furrowed. Anger was slow to register in his brain. No no. He was … uncomfortable at most. He feels fainter than before, his arm seared like it touched flame, the marks evident of what transpired - those, he understood. And he also understood the urge to give this plant a peice of his mind.


“ Oh ey ey ey , Round Two eh? Fine by me” he tilted his head to crach his neck, lifted up his sleeves, and would be strangle the plant in the next 5 seconds if not stopped.

@Lourine Hoax